Arthur has had a rough week, so as a treat you decide to accompany him on a late-night horse ride. It was all calm, the birds asleep in their nests way up high, a light breeze at the horse's consistent movement forward through this empty field, rabbits and occasional foxes running past. Arthur's sigh brought you back to reality of day dreaming about nature, your arms are still around his torso as to not fall off.

"Thanks.. for this"

You hear him say in a soft and almost relaxed tone, yet his shoulders were still a bit stiff.